In the quiet hours of fading light,
We wander through shadows of what once was bright.
Words that once danced now fall apart,
Leaving echoes in the chambers of the heart.
We used to paint dreams on the canvas of stars,
Now those dreams scatter like forgotten scars.
The laughter we shared turns to whispers of pain,
As the distance grows wider, like an endless refrain.
Memories linger like ghosts in the night,
Reminders of moments when everything felt right.
Yet here we stand on the edge of goodbye,
Watching love unravel, no longer able to fly.
Our hands once held tight now gently release,
Accepting the silence, finding some peace.
As we drift away on this melancholic sea,
We become strangers to the love we used to be.